Jill Hennessy Follow

quietly, there’s no one to see i’m just stuck here watching myself, on the stained carpet floor by the broke plywood door just waiting for some saviour to save, please save me, please save me, and we roam the school halls, the parking lots, hide ourselves in makeup she left behind, sing our souls to the radio behind a closed door, don’t let no one catch what’s on the inside, can’t even see myself in the mirror, just some desperate stranger looking back at me - bent with teenage shame, playing a secret game of invisible and wanting to be seen; can you see me? do you really, do you really see me?

and oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin, i turned to face the crime on my hands,
but you did not run away, you were seeking truth anyway, and you let me in

so we made the crawl to smoky basement halls, found your friend on christmas on the floor - heard your piece of the pain the things you couldn’t say except to strangers who wouldn’t ask anymore, but it was something, we sure were something, big and little seeking a remedy, and you gave all that your disease would allow but it meant the world to me, i know you see me, see me, i’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street, sing with joni and james in those kitchen floor days, we had something, we all lost something, we all gave something, we could still find something, we could still find, we could still find something, we could still find something, there ain’t no debt to repay

and oh your tired sad eyes cut through my skin, i turned to face the crime on my hands, but you did not run away, you were seeking truth anyway and you let me in

i’d chase your car in bare feet down the cold morning street, our crime’s in our heads anyway